Well, we have been official home owners for exactly a week now and let me tell you - it is stressful! We are thrilled about our new town home and it is going to look fantastic when it's all done; however it was left by the previous tenants FILTHY and full of JUNK.
We spent a few days just cleaning out the place. Tyson and I spent 2 hours cleaning out the fridge (which they accidentally left:) that was covered in caramel. My mom spent 7 hours cleaning out the kitchen cupboards. We still haven't even touched the oven! And among all the other junk left in the garage like a broken TV, floor rugs, and boxes of crap, I found a big box of kitty litter full of poop. Thanks for leaving that for us. Who does that???? Yesterday Kelsey, Arlene, and I tackled the bathrooms finally (yuck) and Kennedi and Collette have been a great help bringing junk up from the basement, taking care of the boys, and peeling glow in the dark stars off the ceiling. My dad ripped out all the carpet upstairs by himself and helped a lot with paint. Steve, Arlene, and Hayden spent most of the day yesterday helping us paint the entire downstairs. Steve also mowed the lawn (aka weed pit) in the back yard and is keeping Round-Up in business. It's coming along nicely and I just can't wait to get the new carpet! (Shout out to Uncle Stan for getting us a great deal!)
We are painting in a few different shades of gray. I love gray lately and have heard that it's the new taupe. When it first goes on the walls it looks so purple! It freaks me out but I think once we get the carpet and furniture in it will look great.
Easton helped paint his own bedroom. He painted lots of circles and kept saying, "I'm being really careful not to step on the tack strips. I promise." Funny boy.
And since I haven't blogged for so long I should do some updates.
This sweet thing turned 6 months old on Sunday. Time flies! A week ago (the day we closed on our house and I also came down with the flu-but that's irrelevant) we quit nursing. For the last month Cal has had a really hard time nursing. It's been really hard because he would literally scream the entire time he was being fed. I knew from pumping at work that I wasn't producing as much milk anymore and it just seemed like there was something wrong. I almost wonder if it tasted different or something because he HATED nursing suddenly! I fought it for a month and now I am just done. We are much happier now and much less stressed. (As a side note just for the record, I had a much harder time getting rid of my milk this time! With Easton I took a Sudafed, went out to dinner, and woke up the next day with no milk. This time it took a good week and a lot of severe pain! Funny how things are different with different kids.)
The timing couldn't have been more perfect for me to quit nursing because on Sunday Callan cut his first tooth! It was on the bottom right -right at his 6month mark. And last night he cut his second! I felt like Easton didn't really experience any of the teething symptoms, but Callan has had all of them: ornery, slobbery, fevers, runny nose, bad sleeping, etc... So he should start feeling much better soon!
And what can I say about Easton. Easton is wild. He has so much energy it takes all 10 of us in this house to keep up with him. He is so much fun and so dang funny.
Last week he was really struggling. Not taking his naps and acting really out of control. One day Katelin was making some desserts and Easton found a huge brick of chocolate she was using and started eating off of it. I got mad at him and he stormed up the stairs yelling, "My mom HATES ME!" I said, "Easton that is not true. Who taught you that?" He said, "No one. I made it up. You hate me." Geez Louise. Not sure what to say about that.
Then the other day he was throwing this huge tantrum and we were all kind of ignoring him and he said, "You guys I'm having a hard time crying when you're all TALKING!"
On Sunday he crawled into Callan's car seat and pretended to be a baby. He sucked on all the binkies and even peed his pants 4 times just to keep up the charade. The best was when he locked himself in the pantry and peed. "Jama, I'm sorry I peed in your pantry..." Tyson wasn't home all morning, but the fourth time he peed Tyson was home and he let him have it. Tyson made him go outside and sit in his pee like a baby would have to and then made East take off his own wet clothes for his bath. Easton was SO grossed out. After his bath Easton said, "Dad, I'm not going to pee my pants anymore. Cuz babies pee their pants and I'm not a baby. We talked about that huh dad. Dad put your thumbs up. This is our secret high five. You're my best dad."
He's so wild, but he's so sweet. We just can't get enough of these boys and can't wait to get all settled in so we can spend more time together!
When Easton went to the dentist a couple weeks ago I was complaining to the hygienist about how Easton gets up in the night over and and over asking for a sippy of milk. She suggested that I get him one of these CamelBak water bottles and make it special for him. He's only allowed to have water in it and it has changed our lives! He sleeps with it and we no longer have to get up 8 times a night to get him milk! It has also been a lifesaver in all of this summer heat!
